Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2007 21:18:25 -1000
From: Julian Travis
Subject: Chris and Ace, Part 2 (Celebrity/Gay)
Disclaimer: This story is absolutely fictitious. This is fantasy. No one
written into the story has admitted to anything which reflects to the sexual
connotation or presentation in this format. This fantasy is purely
fictional and is meant to harm no one. There is no fact as to what is the
actual sexual orientation of the actors interwoven in this storyline. If
this kind of fantasy offends you or makes you uncomfortable, please exit
immediately.
Chapter Two
Hi, Guys:
This is Chris Daughtry again. I am not sure why I am writing like this or
who "guys" are. Maybe this a guy journal. Not sure.
Well, Justin Gaurini came to my hotel room. He was up, upbeat, and hyper.
He talked fast, he moved quickly, and he seemed jittery. But, Justin was a
safe guy. He did not say anything to make me uncomfortable or to give me
any hints except for what he said the night before. . . WHEN WE BOTH HAVE
BONERS. Other than that, he was very professional and we talked about the
possibility of doing a recording together. The only thing I can exaggerate
about him was when he was leaving. For a professional artist, he looked at
me and said, CHRIS, I WISH I COULD MOVE ACROSS THE STAGE LIKE YOU DO. I
LOVE IT WHEN YOU MOVE YOUR HIPS BACK AND FORTH. MAN, THE WOMEN MUST GO
CRAZY. And then he left.
I checked my email this morning and found a response from John Edwards. I
hope you all know who he is. He ran as the Vice President candidate with
John Kerry. I felt flattered to get an email from him and to ask for a
private meeting.
I agreed to meet with him when I would return to North Carolina. . . .
Shortly after I sent the email out, I got a phone call from John himself. I
was surprised that he would even know where I was at, but he did and would
not disclose to me as to where he got that information.
Hi, Mr. Edwards, I said. What can I do for you? I asked.
John Edwards said, A lot, Chris, a lot. I watched you on American Idol and
I want you to join my campaign and sing everywhere I go. I will pay you the
best money, give you anything you want. You can bring your family with you.
My staff wll be contacting you and giving you the details. Chris, please
consider it. When I would see you on television, I would fantasize what it
would be like if you were with me. See you later, Mr. Daughtry. . . .
hang up!
Imagine, guys, "what it would be like if you were with me. . ." with me or
with my campaign. I felt a tingle in my loins.
Now, let me be honest about John Edwards. After my experience with Ace, I
did notice John Edwards more on television and primarily because he is from
my state. But, I also noticed his smile. Just like Ace, I notice the
smile. Why? I just do not know.
See you later, guys!
Dear Guys,
Wow, I hope you are all doing okay, whoever you are. It is a few day since
I have written in my letter journal and a few things have happened that have
quicked my energy and hunger.
I did meet with John Edwards after all. I cannot disclose to you where that
was, but i was impressed with the location: the beauty, the whole area, wow.
John was wearing a suit but he wanted to be left alone with me. I was
absolutely nervous, but i think he was too. To me, he was the big guns, I
was just a hero for a season, so to speak. Here was this guy who was
running for president for the Democratic Party. Wow!
After being escorted in and sitting at a long table with a meal prepared for
us, John Edwards proceeded to talk to me. He was very handsome, more
handsome in person than even on television. I honestly do not see myself as
handsome, but John interestingly began by complimenting me.
Chris, Mr. Edwards said, I like your stage presence. I like the way you
dance when you sing. You sure know how to move those hips in those tight
jeans.
I was shocked. . .
So I responded humbly. . . Thank you, Mr. Edwards. I do not think I am that
good, but i guess my wife does.
John Edwards commented. . . AND SO DO MANY WOMEN AND I BET EVEN SOME GUYS.
I dropped the subject and remained quiet. I was not about to be baited into
that one. Ace was my lesson well learned. Even when we had some kind of
sex together, he was thinking about my wife. Yes, some kind of mano-o-mano
sex. Hmmmm.
Then John told me that he wanted me to sing on his campaign throughout the
primary. I could continue to do what I was doing as long as I would
schedule some appearances with him on his campaign trail. He told me that
there would be a lot of perks and a good compensation and that his secret
agent would negotiate it for him.
John then excused himself and told me to wait until the agent came in. So I
did.
And who do you think came in through those huge double-doors? You guessed
it, ACE YOUNG. I jumped up and said, FUCK YOU, ACE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
Ace looked at me and seemed sad and glad at the same time. HI, CHRIS, Ace
smiled. I WORK FOR JOHN EDWARDS AS HIS AGENT FOR THE YOUNGER GENERATIONS AS
HE CALLS IT. HE WOULD LIKE FOR YOU TO SIGN UP AS A GUEST ARTIST ON HIS
CAMPAIGN TRAIL.
I looked at Ace and I felt this tinge of memory and said, ACE, WHY DID HE
NOT ASK FOR YOU TO SING INSTEAD? Ace looked at me in a forlorn state,
CHRIS, I BELONG TO JOHN NOW. HE HAS ME ON THE SIDE FOR HIS PERSONAL NEEDS
AND I WANT TO DO THAT FOR HIM. I BELIEVE IN HIM AND IN HIS POLITICS AND I
WANT HIM TO BE THE NEXT PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.
Personal needs, I thought, hmmmmm.
I read the proposal made by Ace and John's team and signed it. I decided I
needed to leave before I break down and get emotional. . . I felt anger for
the betrayal of Ace's friendship and a strong sense of jealousy for what I
thought was a strange relationship between John Edwards and Ace Young. I
felt like i was going to be used again.
As I was leaving, Ace decided to jab my hot spot and asked, HOW'S YOUR
PRETTY WIFE? BEING AWAY SO MUCH MUST BE HARD FOR HER. AFTER ALL, YOU ALL
HAD SEX EVERYDAY AND NOW WITH YOU BEING GONE, WOW, SHE MUST REALLY BE HOT
WHEN YOU RETURN.
A surge of anger came all over me. I looked at him and raised my voice and
said, LISTEN, HERE, YOU PUNK. I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE MY WIFE OUT OF YOUR
THOUGHTS OR OUR CONVERSATIONS. DO YOU HEAR ME, PUNK? IF YOU KEEP IT UP, I
WILL BREAK YOUR JAW.
Ace was unusually calm and he responded almost gently. . . WELL, CHRIS,
WHAT'S REALLY TURNING YOU ON? THE THOUGHT OF YOU AND ME OR THE THOUGHT OF
YOUR WIFE AND ME.
I responded, PUNK, YOU TURN ME OFF NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE WITH. WITH ME,
WITH MY WIFE, WITH THAT JOHN GUY. YOU TURN ME OFF, SO GET OUT OF MY LIFE
LIKE YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY DONE ALREADY AND KEEP IT THAT WAY.
I stormed out of the room and slammed the door.
As I was driving out of the compound and retreat center in North Carolina, I
thought about how messed up it has been since hooking up with Ace. Yet, for
some ironic reason, I felt sad that we had lost a friendship, how he had
muddled it by trying to attach my wife to the relationship.
I will write more in the near future.
to be continued.